Thank you for your prompt response. The race invite is attached, along with a letter about some road work. My dad Les O’Brien and my family liked a musical called “The Fantasticks”. In it there’s a teenager who says “I’m 16, and every day something happens to me.” My dad said that POYC was like that at the time, quickly growing and changing. The club had a good time, at POYC and away from it. Dracula served Bloody Marys at a club Halloween party, a burning boat was set adrift in a Viking ceremony when the new commodore was elected, with the former commodore aboard (or what looked like him, wrapped in a cloth), and Lee Huddleston received fishing waders as a gag gift because his bottom so often got wet sailing his Y Flyer. Bill Davis oversaw the Viking ceremony, his son played French horn from the dark woods when he called to Odin, and Jim Phillips was the outgoing commodore.
Best wishes to you and the club for a happy New Year! Please give my regards to Lee Huddleston.